If I Could See Into Your Thoughts Poem by Marlin Nightingale

If I could see into your thoughts and you could read through mine,
And if I'd know each time you stopped and didn't speak a line,
If sometimes we discovered that our thoughts were much the same,
And grinned at mental images which were a little lame,
If everything that passed into the bedroom of your brain,
Could be the subject to discuss; would that cause you some pain?

What could you say when some small thought had not yet left your lips,
But everyone already knew you'd almost let it slip!
And frozen in discomfort there, you WILL yourself to think,
Of beaches, birds, or anything! , which wouldn't raise a stink.

You'd never say just how you felt, cause everyone would know,
Those funny quirks, that happy heart, it all would come to show.
The very best and all the worst would be upon display,
We'd wonder where the trapdoor was, to make a getaway!
But everytime we caught ourselves, in thinking hurtful things,
We'd stop-and frown and make a change, to wipe our conscience clean.

You'd see I'm sad, and why and how, and I would know you see,
But do you really think it'd help, my fallability?
We'd see the love inside some heart, and smiles upon their face
Yet do you think that it would make our world a better place?

Or would life show a sullen face, our future dimmed by gloom?
For with no new thoughts there to taste; surprise would lie entombed.
The more I think about my thoughts, discouraged I become,
This introspective thought process has got me rather numb,
And so I leave you with the thought, howe're you choose to see it,
My piece is said, my voice is spent, goodbye, amen, so be it!